When you wake up, all the apprentices are betrayed and leave the teacher's door

Wenji Pavilion's reputation for being good at divination and asking about heavenly affairs was created by the previous pavilion owner, Zheng Shengling's grandfather, and Zheng Yi owed his true invincibility in the cultivation world.Since the Great War between humans and demons, in the age of the end of the law, the phenomenon of advocating force has become the norm in the comprehension world. Unpopular.

Wenji Pavilion once studied under the Supreme Lord Zhenjun, and it is also the only sect among the major sects that has immortals who have ascended to Taoism in their genealogy.However, that was already thousands of years ago. Jiang Wenyun's father was the only real person in Wenji Pavilion who had found some way in the past thousands of years. His name was Jiang Baichuan. Unfortunately, he passed away 400 years ago.

Fortunately, he found a reliable son-in-law for his daughter.

Jiang Baichuan picked up Zheng Yi at the end of the third year after the Human-Devil War.

At that time, the demon king fell, and a large number of demon cultivators and monsters poured out of Shura City, wantonly killing innocent people, and the original site of Wenji Pavilion was also wiped out by monsters. Jiang Baichuan had no choice but to flee with his disciples and daughter, looking for a new place to be the ancestor. Door.

On the way down the mountain, I didn't expect to meet a group of demon cultivators who were bullying others. The poor young man was skinny, his tendons and tendons were cut off, and he was lying on the ground panting for breath.

He wears a good sword on his waist. Although the clothes are old and dirty, they can still be seen to be made of high-quality materials.It must be the disciple who suffered heavy damage and unfortunately died after the war.

Jiang Baichuan couldn't help feeling compassionate.

Although the Wenji Pavilion was down and out, there were still many people and powerful people. Seeing that someone stood up for this kid, the group of demon cultivators didn't dare to show it anymore, for fear of attracting more orthodox monks, they left quickly.

Since then, Zheng Yi has not recovered from his serious injury, and has stayed in their team to recuperate.As for his hand injury, although Jiang Wenyun tried his best to diagnose and treat it, but during the war, there was a shortage of food and grass, let alone these medicines?Although Zheng Yi's hand was healed to seven or seven eighty-eight, but holding the sword for a long time would always tremble uncontrollably, and it was no longer suitable for learning swords.

Jiang Baichuan knew that he already had a teacher, and that his master was the Taoist Lord Yuqing who was admired by everyone in the heaven and earth, so after he recovered, he deliberately offered money to him so that he could go to the land of no one to find his master.It's a pity that Zheng Yi entered several times, but couldn't find any trace of Fang Jingcheng again.

A few years later, Zheng Yi couldn't find him everywhere, so he had no choice but to give up and learn the art of divination from Jiang Baichuan.In the past, in Ruyimen, his talent could not be considered good, it can only be said to be quite satisfactory, but now he has changed to another art, but it seems that he has opened up the second line of Ren and Du, and it didn't take long to replace Jiang Baichuan and become a monk of divination The mainstay of the.

After Jiang Baichuan's death, Zheng Yi's alias of Ten Hexagrams and Nine Accuracy was also spread in the comprehension world. The matter of life and death, success and failure, seemed to be a definite number with one word of his mouth, and Wenji Pavilion also became a famous master.Over the past few hundred years, countless people have sought him for divination. Zheng Yi simply took the Wenji Pavilion to move again, and moved to an isolated island surrounded by water.

Here is the big island protection formation jointly set up by him and his wife, not to mention ordinary people, it is difficult for even mountain birds to enter.The island is thriving, with stacked eaves, and Zheng Yi's Bagua Pavilion stands on the highest point of the island, with towering dangerous buildings.

This gossip pavilion is built according to Fengshui metaphysics. It has eight floors and seven platforms. The owner of the pavilion often divination on the star-observation platform in the center of the top floor. , put it into the star grid secret room for preservation.

This secret room is the most heavily guarded place in this isolated island.

But it's not completely unbreakable.

The island protection formation will shoot down all flying objects in the air. If you want to go to the island, you can only go there by a special boat.

Standing at the bow of the boat, looking at the bustling and blooming island like a fairyland, surrounded by forests, firmly supporting the Bagua Pavilion, like a pearl in the palm of your hand.

Zheng Shengling stood with his hands behind his back, looking at the Eight Diagrams Pavilion, with a solemn expression, "Over the past few hundred years, it is rumored that only one person has ever broken into the Xingge secret room and stole an important document."

The summer wind was not scorching hot, the sun was just right, Xian Yu leaned against the side of the ship's mast to bask in the sun, squinting her eyes and asked, "Who is it?"

"How do I know that."

"What about the stolen document? What was written on it?"

"I-I don't know either."

Xian Yu looked disgusted: "Why don't you know anything?"

"...Didn't it just be a rumor!" Zheng Shengling became furious, "Besides, I wasn't born at that time, and up to now, the disciples of Wenji Pavilion have changed a lot. Where do I know?"

Xian Yu stopped talking.

Zheng Yi and Jiang Wenyun only got married when they had known each other for nearly a hundred years. At that time, Zheng Yi had just taken over the Wenji Pavilion and was very busy, while Jiang Wenyun was also busy taking care of Wan Jianzong. The couple had no intention of having children.When I was free and finally wanted to have a baby, my wish failed again.

It was not until these decades that Jiang Wenyun became pregnant by accident.However, the pavilion master and the elders came to have a son. Although the two sects were incompatible, they loved this little junior so much that they almost spoiled him.

As for the matter before this, there are not many old people who have stayed in Wenji Pavilion for 500 years, so if you want to know, you can only start with his parents.Just looking at Zheng Yi's avoidance of that dress, one can tell that his father still regards him as a child in his heart.

Because I think he is still young and there is no need to know, so I always like to use such excuses as 'you don't understand', 'you will know later', 'these things are not for you to ask'.

Zheng Shengling's eyes dimmed a bit when he thought of this.Fortunately, the ship had landed, several people disembarked one after another, and Zheng Shengling's brothers had been waiting for a long time.

Jiang Wenyun still had to teach her disciples, and only said that she would come back at night; Zheng Shengling asked his father again, and found out that he was still in the Bagua Pavilion, and he didn't know what he was busy with, saying that he would leave the customs tomorrow.

He became angry all of a sudden, "Didn't I tell him that the guests would arrive today! It's not like he didn't know that my mother was going to give a lecture, so why did he insist on retreating at this time? If he didn't think it mattered, why did he discuss it at the beginning?" What kind of thank-you banquet is going to be held! If he doesn’t invite us, we don’t want to come!!”

Zheng Shengling's anger was visibly uncontrollable, but he was young and good-looking after all, and in front of his relatives who grew up with him, he was embarrassed to say the word "master", so he could only refer to it vaguely.

Fortunately, the brothers and sisters also understood.

There is a big disciple under Zheng Yi's seat, named Qu Xingyun, who has a little relationship with Lu Zhaozhou. The two have similar personalities, both of which are stable and mature.It's just that Qu Xingyun is more gentle than Lu Zhaozhou.

Hearing the junior brother lose his temper, Qu Xingyun also found it very difficult to deal with.

To himself, this matter is indeed the Pavilion Master's wrongdoing.In any case, the person who invited Gu Rongjing to the thank-you banquet was the Pavilion Master, and now it is the Pavilion Master who left him hanging at the entrance of the island.

But after all, he is his master, so Qu Xingyun can't say anything.And once the pavilion master is invested, it will be difficult to get him out of the state.I don't know what happened a few days ago, the pavilion master used the gossip plate more frequently than before.If you want to spy on the secret, it is impossible to retreat completely. Every time the hexagram image comes out, the pavilion master will be weak and vomit blood for a while.

This retreat, I also want to recuperate well before coming out to see Zheng Shengling.

Qu Xingyun sympathized with both sides, but neither side could say anything, "The pavilion master has been busy with affairs recently, and it is really difficult to get away. It is our fault for neglecting the distinguished guests today. I hope that the pavilion master and his wife will make an apology and apologize in the future. "

Up to now, he can only talk about these scenes.

Fortunately, Xian Yu didn't intend to embarrass them, so if he was negligent, he would be negligent, since there was no friendship between them anyway.Jiang Wenyun was probably thinking that the three surnames could help each other and support each other, but Xian Yu didn't have that idea.

He often does things as he pleases, just like he took Gu Rongjing away from Feihualou back then. Fate and fate must match his eyes and make him like it in his heart.

As for Wenji Pavilion and Wanjianzong, Xian Yu was like the sect that used to like to hold banquets. He went to join in the fun or return favors. As for the others, he didn't care.

"Pavilion Master Zheng has something important to do, and he didn't intend to be negligent, which is understandable." Xian Yu said, "I will continue to bother you during this period of time."

Qu Xingyun was flattered by his kindness and kindness, he said a few words not to disturb, and proposed to go to the residence first, and then show them the scenery of the island later.

Xian Yu doesn't have any leisure time to look at the flowers and grass, he just wants to have a good meal now, and then lie down on the soft bed and sleep.But Qu Xingyun was kind, and he couldn't refuse, so he agreed.

Inside the Eight Diagrams Pavilion.

With a dull sound, the second disciple who was guarding the door rushed in urgently, and saw the gossip plate made of black iron fall on the ground. Zheng Yi was wearing a black robe, leaning on the wall and coughing non-stop, spraying water on the ground. Two or three balls of thick blood foam.

"Master! Master! How are you?!"

The second disciple turned pale with shock, and hurriedly lifted him up, panicked and heartbroken, "Master, you can no longer use gossip disks these days, and the divination questions, every word and every sentence, consume all your hard work! !"

Zheng Yi didn't answer, and punched hard on a piece of kraft paper with a gloomy expression.

After a while, he said, "Help me up."

He wasn't talking about helping me to rest.

The second disciple was about to collapse, "Master! Take a rest, the big things are not as important as your life! After a few days to recuperate, Senior Brother Xingyun and I will accompany you—"

Zheng Yi raised his hand to interrupt him, but he heard the disciple chattering in his ear: "What's more, the Young Pavilion Master has returned, and the guests are waiting on the island. If you don't think about yourself, you should also think about your little one." Junior brother's mood!!"

Hearing those three words, Zheng Yi's strong arm softened slightly, and when he hung down, he felt inexplicably depressed.

"...I see." He nodded and said, "Put away the gossip tray and deliver another letter for me."

Hearing the word 'accept', the second disciple breathed a sigh of relief, "Yes. I just don't know who to write to, and what is written in the letter?"

Zheng Yi didn't answer, he pushed the second disciple away, wrote a few lines of words on a blank kraft paper with the blood he coughed up, sealed it in the letter box, and handed it to the disciple.

"You go to Minghua Temple and give the letter to Master Fahua."